Page 62 of Under His Heel

“Alex, come over and—” Tracht paused and gave Alex a once-over. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing.” Alex sat up and crawled over to Tracht, ready to help Tracht with his clothes.

Tracht didn’t lift his feet. Didn’t even touch Alex.

All of it was just another layer of icing on this shitty day, and Alex snarled, “Do you want me to help you with your clothes or not?” He looked up defiantly.

“What is the problem now?” Tracht accentuated the sentence with a strong note of warning, but, now that Alex was in his presence, he found himself not caring.

“Well, I had a shit day, and apparently I’m going to have a shit night, and I’m thirsty and starving, and now apparently you don’t want me to even do this one easy thing, so—”

“Yes, I think starving will keep for a while.” Tracht placed his hand on Alex’s head and gripped his hair. “What did you do that made your day so shitty?”

“None of your business,” Alex growled. He wasn’t even sure what he was even doing anymore. Provoking Tracht on purpose had to be the stupidest thing he’d ever done, more so than provoking him by accident.

Tracht sighed loudly. “Very well. Don’t move.” He got the blindfold and the earplugs and the hand mittens, and that wasn’t—that wasn’t what Alex had wanted. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but isolation was not it.

“No! I’m sorry. I’ll—”

“Shut up, Alex.”

Alex tried to back away from Tracht and that got him several long electric shocks via the cock cage. As he writhed in pain, Tracht blindfolded him, inserted the earplugs, and wrapped the mittens around his hands.

At least Tracht touched him to guide him into the cage. He even pushed a weird tube past Alex’s lips, and when he sucked on it water came out.

Alex kind of wanted to cry.

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He’d drunk all of the water and calmed down a bit by the time Tracht let him out. Alex blinked away the crusty tears and stared up at Tracht. He’d changed from his work clothes into business casual, although he still wore the heavy boots.

“Now. As much as I enjoy your tantrums on a personal level, the party we are going to will be attended by some professional colleagues. As such, I have a few rules.”

Alex nodded and for good measure pressed a kiss against Tracht’s boot.

“The first thing: do not ever call me by name while we are there. No ‘Tracht.’ If you must address me at all—though I do hope you’ll just shut up—you will call me sir. I’ve let it slide so far because you do cry so nicely, but I will not have that level of insubordination in public. Is that clear?” Tracht pressed his boot against the back of Alex’s neck, forcing him to bend until his nose was touching the floor.

“Yes—Yes, sir.”

“Second. You will do exactly as I command. I don’t care if you look unhappy, but trust me when I say you will have an even worse evening if you disobey even a single order.” Tracht laughed. “It will provide for quite the entertainment for the others though.”

Alex shuddered. Others—that implied more people. Singh would be there for sure. More people like Tracht and Singh, all of them staring at Alex. He didn’t want to. He really, really didn’t want to.

Tracht removed his foot and used it to hook under Alex’s chin and force it up. “And finally, the only orders you need to obey are mine. I don’t suspect anybody will be interested in you, but I have final say on everything that happens to you.”

Alex wasn’t sure if that was Tracht being merciful, but he was flooded with gratitude anyway. “Thank you, T—sir. Thank you, sir.”

Tracht stepped away. “Good. Now get washed up; you’re rank. Do not use the toilet.”

That last order made Alex anxious all over again, but he was so done with everything today that fighting wasn’t really on his mind. Being told not to use the toilet made him conscious of how much water he’d drunk and how full his bladder was feeling, but it was bearable. As long as he avoided drinking anything else.

He was still hungry though.

Tracht closed in behind Alex and wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist. He rubbed Alex’s stomach, pressing in briefly right over Alex’s bladder, then nipped Alex’s ear. “I have your outfit laid out on the bed.”

With some dread, Alex walked over and looked at what he would be wearing.

A teeny, tiny skirt and an equally small blouse.

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